Rebecca's testimony "God Made A Way" on 9/24/2017, 11:52pm...
As I write my testimony, I write from a stance of faith, believing that indeed all is well even though it may not be thus in the physical. I was saved in the year 2012. I was only 13 years at the time. Having been raised in a Christian family, I knew about God and had tried in my own capacity to live right. I had even prayed the salvation prayer several times, but from fear of going to hell. However, when I got saved, I was becoming a rebellious teenager, joining in the crooked ways of other teens, but not quite, because God saved me just in time before I fell deep into rebellious sin. My experience with God was awesome, well only for a year, after which when I was facing a hard time, I fell back into sin.
I started committing sins that I hadn't committed before I ever knew God. Things in my life really spiralled out of control, my life just kept on falling apart. I tried so hard to get back to God, but I just kept falling over and over again. To cut my story short, at the end of my grade 11 year I sought for God's face for about a month, after which I went on a dry fast, something I thought of as my final attempt to rescue my sinking life. It worked, well sort of, cause I struggled to forgive myself for all the wrong I had done, so I ran away from my only true love, Jesus Christ (this was at the beginning of 2016). From there things got even worse, my life became a living hell! I went from being the best learner in my grade to just being a good-enough-learner. People said all sorts of mean things to me, even those who were my Christian friends didn't support me, I felt all alone in my mess. After almost a year of fighting, around September of the same year, I came to loose all hope. I didn't want to wake up in the morning, I didn't even want to try, but I somehow saw God upholding me until I regained some strength. Even with that things went really badly in my life and I was just tired of living.
During the December holidays (well I'm from South Africa and our longest holiday is in December), I met two people who told me that God still loved me, despite all that I was happening in my life. Yeah I understood the message of God's love, but it didn't quite hit the spot, if you know what I mean. I continued to encounter discouragements and disappointments, such experiences were my daily bread, they were all I knew.
This year I came to university, which I greatly dreaded- the thought of my troubled life and having to learn how to face life on my own and having to deal with the large work load was too overwhelming for me. I really struggled- I can't emphasise this enough. Overtime I became deeply depressed, I simply cried all the time, I just wanted to die. I tried all I could to fix things but nothing seemed to work, I would just get discouraged each time things plummet.
Anyway, I lost everything I worked all my life for, but God finally delivered me from the spirit of depression, I'm a living testimony of God's deliverance power. And now God is restoring me for the glory of His name. He is restoring that zeal I once had to serve Him, and He is giving me the strength to live through each day, no matter how trying it is.